Fuu, chap 4 is done. I'm exhausted.

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*wow* I found some spelling mistakes, so I had to make some changes and reupload the chapter. Besides, I decided to change the title as well, 'cause the previous didn't appear in the way wanted it to. :D

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It was a nice summer morning on the Grand Line. The sky was clear and high. First sunbeams of the day poured down on the sea like strings of pearls of a giant necklace. Dancing across the blue surface. Flirting with sea breezes. Silently sending warm kisses to men who were chasing their dreams on the most wonderful ocean.

Bathing in the sunshine, a small ship was riding on waves, heading toward an island. The weather promised a great adventure ahead.

Zoro was lying on his stomach, burying one side of his face into the pillow and snoring softly. Arms hung down both sides of his hammock. He was dreaming of a booze party where he'd been challenging everyone and knocking out one by one. When he took another mug offered, he felt a hand tapping on his shoulder and shrugged it off without looking at the owner.

All of a sudden, Zoro was pulled out of his sweet dream by a hard blow to his head. He raised his head sharply and was greeted with a familiar curly brow. He stared at it for a second then dropped his head onto the pillow, closing his eyes.

"What the heck, cook?" He yawned.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Then go." The swordsman answered, unaware of what he had just heard.

"You're going with me."

"What? You have any problem of peeing on your own?" Zoro mumbled.

"Sort of."

Huh? Green brows moved slightly on the tanned forehead. Does the cook finally go insane?

Zoro cracked his eyes open and stared at the man standing beside his hammock. The other's stance looked somehow impatient.

"Hornestly, cook, what do you want?"

Sanji pulled himself up to his full height only to tilt his head down and lock eyes with the swordsman. He then spoke slowly, making sure to let every word sink in the sleepy mind of the moss head.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

"Then go." Zoro almost shouted it at the blond's face. He couldn't get what that bastard was doing or planning to do. Some sort of game in the morning? It wasn't funny at all.

"You're going with me."

Oh, this is too much. You're so dead, cook! The green haired man turned onto his back then threw his legs over the hammock and sat up at the speed of light. He scowled at Sanji, baring his teeth. But then something touched his foot slightly and he reluctantly let his gaze drop. A part of a red thread was resting on his instep. One of its tips tied around his right wrist. And the other one…

Oh fuck! Zoro cursed in his thought. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes tightly as the events of the day before flooded into his mind. How could he forget that? Shit!

"How long would it take for you to recollect your memories, marimo? I'm…in a hurry."

Zoro heaved a sigh and scooted off his hammock. He followed Sanji to the wardrobe standing in a corner. He watched the cook pulling out some clothes. Oh, so that bastard was going to take a shower.

Huh? Came to think of it, what'd he be doing while the cook would be taking a shower? What would the cook be doing while Zoro'd be showering? And what if he or Sanji needed to relieve some certain kinds of needs? He didn't feel like standing near the cook while he s... Holly fuck! This is getting ridiculous.

The cook did not say a word all the way to the bathroom and that made the swordsman frown slightly. Normally, he would lament the lack of privacy. Zoro had half expected to hear strings of curses flowing from the cook's mouth. But Sanji just kept quiet and expressionless.

When they were in the bathroom, the blond tossed his clothes on the shelf then moved to the toilet in the furthest corner.

Zoro decided to brush his teeth so that he could start his morning work-out after that. He brought his right hand to the sink to pick up his toothbrush. One horrifying second later, he heard Sanji yelled and realized with late regret that he had been stretching the Thread. He turned around on his heels quickly in an attempt to move closer to the cook to remain the three feet distance. But it was just another big mistake he made within five seconds.

The closer they were, the faster they reunited. Nothing could stop them from finding each other again ~.

Zoro lost his balance when Sanji's back hit his chest and his feet slipped on the tiled floor. He fell hard on his back with Sanji lying on top of him. The larger man gasped for air as he was crushing between the cook's body and the cold floor. Blond strands brushed against his cheek and tickled his neck.
A furious hiss left the cook as he rolled over to get off of the swordsman's chest and jump to his feet. He didn't wait for the other to stand before shouting at him.

"You fucking stupid idiot. What the hell did you do?"

Zoro pushed his body up by one hand, getting up slowly until he found himself facing Sanji. The cook was glaring at him, panting heavily. The swordsman's brows knitted into a deep line as he growled.

"I wanted to brush my teeth. You have any problem against that?"

Zoro knew it was his fault but he didn't care. Not when he got a bump on the back of his head now.

His stubbornness made Sanji grit his teeth.

"Can't you be a bit patient? Why didn't you wait until I'm done?"

On hearing that, Zoro's eyes automatically dropped from the blond's face to his crotch. The cook has his button undone and the zip half-loosened. The swordsman's upper lip twitched at the corner. It might be either a smirk of glee or a wince of disgust. Hard to tell.

"Did you...?" His eyebrows shot high and his hand absentmindedly pointed at the front of the cook's pants.

Sanji's face darkened at the unmistakable ridicule in the swordsman's tone and he retorted with the same mocking manner.

"Ah~, sorry for letting you down, marimo, but not yet."

Then he lifted his right leg to aim a kick to the moss head with an inhuman speed. Unfortunately, the bathroom was quite small; there was not enough space for his attack. And the fact that he was standing less than three feet from Zoro didn't help either. The other man stopped his leg easily with his left forearm and right hand.

They leaned in close and glared at each other. Considering the situation they were in. The blond could see the other man's mind working through his skull. Images flashed across his dark eyes. The marimo could block his previous kick, but it didn't mean he could block all of them without his swords. However, Sanji was not in the position to flatter himself now. There was one more important thing waiting for him to solve.

His bladder was screaming with objection. It made the posture of standing with one leg in the air is really dangerous.

After making their conclusions, Sanji pulled his leg back as Zoro withdrew his arms. The swordsman spoke before the cook had enough time to get back to the toilet.

"I'm brushing my teeth."

"After I peed." Sanji said shortly then turned around, but a large hand stopped him by the shoulder.

"I'm not just standing doing nothing while you're pleasing yourself. Let me get my toothbrush first."

"It'll be just like thirty seconds, marimo. Then you can brush your fucking teeth as much as you want." The cook argued as he shifted on his feet uncomfortably.

Zoro'd be damn if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers. He looked into the visible blue eye and showed all his teeth to the cook in a big shit eating grin.

"No," he said softly, "We're gonna get my toothbrush first, then I'll be brushing my teeth while you'll be doing what the fuck you want to do. Or we keep standing here and you can do it right on that spot."

Anger flared up inside Sanji like a huge flame. Burning his organs, destroying his senses, blocking all his thoughts. It took all the willpower he had to stay still, to not show his shoe so far into that bastard's mouth, breaking all his teeth, and throw himself into something ashamed. He'd been holding back for enough time and he needed to release now.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" The blond breathed out finally.

The waver in the cook's voice made Zoro's grin grow. He spat a "Thank you" and turned to the sink.

The green haired man was taking his sweet time to annoy the cook. His hand reached out slowly, slower than necessary, to gather his toothbrush. He plastered the toothpaste onto the stick. Again, agonizingly slow. Ears perking up to catch any insulting word the cook might soon throw at him.

The blond did want to yell at the swordsman to rush him but he wouldn't give that bastard a chance to take further advantage on his miserable situation. His pride told him there was always time for revenge. Fixing a glare on the green head, Sanji imagined he was crushing that piece of seaweed against the mirror, beating the muscular body up until it became nothing but a sticky pile of flesh.

Until there were no reasons to buy more time, Zoro turned around and smiled at the glare he received.

"Thanks for your waiting, cook."

Despite of his soft, almost friendly expression, Zoro tried to sound as much mocking as he could. He grinned around his toothbrush when he took a glance at two fists forming in the cook's pants pockets. Chuckling as the cook quickly turned to move to the toilet.

Except for sleeping and drinking, Zoro found it enjoyable to annoy the annoying cook. Pissing him off. Seeing him go mad. Then getting into fights with him. A good way of training.

This is not a bad start of a new day. Zoro admitted.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zoro was pushed out of the bathroom by the cook. Sanji warned him to not move his fucking arm before slamming the door in his face. The only thing the swordsman could do now was leaned flush against the wooden door and waited. Sanji, on the other hand, had his left arm spreading while showering with the other.

The blond put on his clothes after the shower, dried the bathroom with a mop then opened the door. What he saw on the other side of the door made him roll his eyes twice. The meaty, tanned arm with a red thread on the wrist rested nonchalantly on the threshold, right in front of Sanji's toe. The muscular body leaned against the door frame; the green head fell to one side. The broad chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

Zoro was asleep outside of the bathroom.

Only he can sleep at a place like this.

Sanji's mouth slowly stretched into a devilish smile as a genius idea popped into his head. He contemplated stepping back in the bathroom and locking the door. Then just a gentle swing and he could leave the rest to the Thread. All he would do after that was laughed his head off when the swordsman had his face flattening against the bathroom door.

The cook's plan of revenge was playing in his head like a movie and he did laugh as he stared down at that green head. However, before he could put it into action, he heard footstep drawing to their direction. The exit door of the storage opened and Robin's feature came into sight.

That was the first time in his life where Sanji didn't feel happy seeing one of his beautiful ladies. Actually, he found it a little disappointed when the archaeologist stopped in front of him.

She smiled at him. The cook smiled back.

"Good morning, cook-san." Robin said with her naturally calm voice.

"Good morning, Robin-chan. You look very beautiful in the morning, my sweet."

Soon, however, his nature came back fully.

"Thanks, cook-san." She smiled again. "Uhm, last night, I suppose, was a bit difficult for you."

"Ah~, Robin-chan is so caring~." Sanji crooned. "Thanks to the marimo's good sleeping manner, I managed to get some sleep last night."

The cook kept his smile while mentally wincing at the fact he had just praised the moss head for his sleeping-like-death habit, which normally got on his nerves.

"Oh, I see. You two had a great night then." Robin said softly.

"Robin-chan!" Sanji whimpered and brought his hands up to cover his left chest. "Don't say such a hurt thing. My heart is only for you, my queen." He looked at Robin with a painful expression and watery eyes. It made she giggled.

The archaeologist then pointed at the open door behind him and asked politely. "May I…?"

"Oh, of course, my beautiful flower." The previous status on his face was immediately replaced with a broad grin and the blond quickly stepped out of the bathroom. He bowed as the raven haired woman passed him.

Sanji waited until Robin was in the bathroom and closed the door behind her, he then turned to look down at the sleeping swordsman. Without a second of hesitation, one long leg rose to show mercilessly into the man's face. To his unpleasant surprise, though, a large hand shot up just in time to catch the black shoe. Pushing it away from his face, Zoro stood up, irritated.

"That's not a nice way to wake somebody up, cook."

"Who says I just wanted to wake you up?" The blond chuckled.

"You just wanted to kick me while I was sleeping, didn't you? Does your gentlemanliness allow it?" The swordsman retorted mockingly.

"Tch... My gentlemanliness doesn't apply to a slop like you." Sanji countered readily.

"Who did you call a slop just now, you fucking curlicue?" Narrowing his eyes, Zoro growled dangerously.

"Just you and me here, stupid moss head… who do you think "slop" can describe best?" Asked Sanji with a smirk.

They started a verbal fight instead of a physical one. Swearing and insulting each other all the way up to the deck.

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Sanji stepped onto the deck after Zoro, kicking the trap door shut. The cook then trod slowly to the stair leading up to the galley but stopped when he was just at its foot. This was the second time in this morning where the cook headed to one direction while the swordsman headed to the opposite one. Blue eyeballs ran a circle in their sockets before the blond aimed a kick to the moss head's ass.

Zoro jumped up several feet at the sudden attack. He spun around and was greeted with an innocent look on Sanji's face. So that damn cook had chosen this time to take his revenge, huh? Not a smart decision, though, since Zoro now had his swords with him. Breathing out calmly, the swordsman took hold of Wado's hilt and drew it out. The blade was only inches out before it was pushed back into its sheath by Sanji's foot.

Dark eyes glanced up irritatingly at the cook, but that bastard wasn't looking at him. He was busying lighting a cigarette. Hands cupping the smoke while foot still resting on Zoro's sword.

After his cigarette was lit, Sanji flicked the match over the railing, onto the sea. The thin chest rose as the blond took a long drag. He let his eyes close and the familiar scent of nicotine fill his lungs. A growl of "Oi, bastard" was directed at him and Sanji blew the smoke out before opening his eyes to look at the man in front of him.

"If you wana fight," Zoro said, pushing Sanji's foot away, "then hurry up."

He unsheathed the sword, but again, was forced to put it back by the same foot.

"I don't want to fight with you. I want to ask you something." The blond withdrew his foot.

"What?"

"I want to know where you were going before I stopped you."
"It's none of your fucking business." Zoro snorted.

Blond brows frowned in an irritated way and the cook nearly punched the swordsman's face as he held out his left arm.

"You think so?" He gritted his teeth.

"Fine," Zoro showed his hands into his pockets, "I was, and I am, going to get my weights. What do you want to do about it?"

"You're not going to." Sanji said indifferently without looking at the swordsman.

"Don't tell me what to do or not, dartboard. Who do you think you are?"

A small smirk was pulled at the corner of his mouth. Sanji blew the smoke out of his lungs and into the other man's face.

"I am the cook of this ship, who feed you every single day, marimo." He whispered and grinned when Zoro coughed.

"That doesn't give you the right." The swordsman shouted angrily.

"Oi, everything okay?" On hearing the familiar voice, the blond's head tilted up. His grin stretched from ear to ear as an orange head stuck out of the edge of the crow nest.

"Good morning, Nami-san." Sanji waved at her.

"Good morning, Sanji-kun." Nami waved back. Her lips curled down in a slight frown as she rolled her eyes from side to side, scanning the deck. Thin brows creasing, she took in the sight of an angry swordsman and a happy cook.

"Are you fighting again?"

Sanji held up his hands. "Oh, no. Nothing like that, Nami-san. We're just talking."

"Hum, alright." Nami didn't look convinced, though. "Ah, we're gonna reach the next island tomorrow morning. Do we have enough food until then?"

"Don't worry, Nami-san. We still have some tunas. Enough for today if Luffy didn't sneak out last night and gulp down everything."

"Okay." Nami chuckled. "Uhm, you two..." She bit back the words when they were on the tip of her tongue. A glance at Zoro's face told her that he was very unhappy with their situation right now and there was no need for bringing up the Thread subject again.

"What will you do?" She asked instead.

"We're gonna make breakfast, Nami-san. Is.."

"What? We?" the green haired man cut in.

The cook's face wore a nasty smile when he turned to the swordsman.

"Yes. We. We means you and me, marimo."

"Why do I have to make breakfast with you?"

"'Cause we're gonna eat it, dumbass." Blue eyes rolled sarcastically. "And 'cause I'm sticking with you," Sanji went on, not giving the other man a chance to protest. "You're allowed to stay in the kitchen while I'm cooking."

"Like I want to." Zoro snorted. "No, cook, I'm gonna train."

"No, Zoro, you're gonna go to the kitchen with Sanji-kun. And don't ever think about fighting or anything. I want to have breakfast as usual. So do you and the others." Nami warned him. "If you cause any trouble in there, I'm gonna double your debt."

"What?"

The cook's effort to suppress a smirk failed easily as he watched the swordsman's face reddening. However, he hid it behind his smoke and looked up at the navigator.

"Is there anything I can make for you, Nami-san?"

"A cup of coffee would be great. Thank you, Sanji-kun." Nami smiled.

Sanji grinned around the spent cigarette. "Yes, Nami-san." He then dropped his head and his grin widened when he saw the shocking expression on Zoro's face.

"Come on, marimo." The cook passed the stunned man after kicking him in the leg.

Zoro almost tripped over himself to catch up with Sanji. "Oi, you bastard. Wait up!"

A breeze blew across Going Merry, stopping for a moment to play with the blond hair before throwing itself into the vastness of the ocean.

Sanji's smirk never left his face as he and Zoro headed to the galley.

Just wait and see, marimo. You won the first round. In the bathroom. But in the kitchen, I'm the one who calls the shots. Prepare yourself for hell!

This was definitely a nice summer morning on the Grand Line.

To be continued...

Prepare yourself for the madness! Mawahahaha

C ya